Now in all of my years of being in school, I had learned to expect the unexpected. Whether that be a pop quiz, a sudden change in the lunch menu, or two best friends suddenly hating each other's guts. I had learned that if you don't prepare yourself for what might come, then you might end up being broken on the inside. In my case, a demon possessing my body and my mother coming back from the dead.

However, I never would have expected to find a younger version of Derek Hale when we finally made it to La Iglesia. Even after everything I've been through, this must be the weirdest thing by far. I definitely didn't expect that, nor did I expect Stiles to be strong enough to carry Derek into the Vet Clinic all by himself.

"Set him on the table," I hear Deaton say as we all rush inside, watching as Stiles laid the seventeen year old onto the table. For the most part it was completely silent, except for the fact that all of our hearts were racing. "Wow."

Stiles looks up, raising his eyebrow. "Wow? We're literally staring at a younger Derek and all you have to say is wow?"

"Do you know how to fix it?" Scott corrects, glancing at Stiles. I look down and see that his hand was twitching oddly, which causes me to reach out and grab it, easing his nerves.

Deaton shakes his head. "I think you might be overestimating my abilities."

I didn't know Derek all that well, but I do remember that he was the one who helped protect me that night at Scott's house when the Oni were after us. He seemed like a nice guy, which is why I wanted to help him, but I wasn't near as panicked as Stiles and Scott were. I wanted to do everything to help, but I felt useless.

"He's cold," Lydia says as she takes his hand, Derek's eyes still latched shut. I stare at him for a moment before I reach out, taking Derek's hand. I focus for a moment before I start to warm him up slightly, but not completely burning him.

Stiles smiles slightly at me before Deaton starts checking Derek's eye dilation and other things along those lines. I take my hand away from Derek as we all watch, Deaton's nerves not easing one bit.

"Is this permanent?" Scott says, sadness behind his tone. Deaton looks up slowly as he thinks for a moment, trying to figure out what to say.

He sighs. "I'm not entirely sure a medical diagnosis will be adequate. This is well beyond my experience."

Scott, Stiles, and Lydia all look down, shaking their heads. "So what should we do?"

"I'm not sure there is anything we can do until he wakes up," Deaton says. "I think it would be best if you left him with me. He'll be safe here."

"You mean from Kate?" Stiles says as he glances at the mountain ash wood.

Deaton nods. "If she is who you say she is, she won't be able to cross that door."

"Why would someone want to do this to him?" I finally say, staring at Derek.

Deaton sighs. "Knowing Kate, it's most likely something that will only be good for her."

"And bad for us," Stiles finishes, letting out a slight groan.

I glance up at Scott before he yawns, sending a chain of yawns between all of us. I guess I didn't realize how tired I really was. "You guys should get home. After all, it is a school night."

"Someone should stay with you," Scott says, nodding his head.

"I can," Lydia says, looking up at Stiles who was disapproving. "What? I can miss a few classes."

Stiles shakes his head. "I'm not okay with this."

"I can stay?" I suggest, raising my eyebrows. "It's not like I can go to school tomorrow anyways. I'm still legally dead."

Stiles' heart begins to race. "Definitely not you. I'm not letting you stay here either."

I raise my eyebrow. "Stiles, I can protect myself. I'm obviously the best choice as of right now."

"No," Stiles says again, his eyebrows raised. I knew he wouldn't back down.

Lydia nods her head. "I'll just stay. It's not a big deal."

Stiles sighs. "I really don't like that either-"

"Come on Stiles," Scott says before dragging Stiles away, knowing that we'd never get anywhere with him complaining about the plan. Stiles groans before following after him, stummbling behind Scott.

I turn towards Lydia. "Are you sure you wanna stay? I can, it's not a big deal-"

"It's totally fine. Besides..." Lydia says before leaning closer to me, whispering. "This way you'll get to stay the night with Stiles."

I widen my eyes as I grin. "That's true..."

Lydia laughs as she leans away, winking. "Have fun."

I laugh as I shake my head, turning around and heading towards the door that Scott and Stiles had just walked through. I don't even make it all the way outside before Stiles is calling towards me from the Jeep, causing me to look up.

"Hey Sarah, you can just stay over at my house tonight," he calls as I nod, smiling.

"Okay!" I yell back before I watch him get into the Jeep, pausing for a moment to realize what was happening.

Tonight should be fun.

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"Where's your dad at?" I ask as I step into Stiles' house, looking around with a different perspective. The last time I was here was when I was...you know.

"He's at work," Stiles says, yawning again as he shuts the door behind him.

I furrow my eyebrows before I look over at a clock. "But it's almost three in the morning."

"Paperwork I guess," he says as he walks around me and into the kitchen. "You hungry?"

I smile as I follow after him. "What do you guys have?"

Stiles walks over to the refrigerator and opens the door as he scans the shelves. "Leftover Chinese, some type of casserole, and a half eaten piece of pizza."

"Sounds delicious," I say, looking over his shoulder to see that he was right about the food. There was literally nothing else in the fridge other than a half gallon of milk and about three eggs. I stare at it for a moment as I realize what that means; they were losing money.

"We might have some cereal," Stiles says before walking over to the pantry, opening it to find a box of fruit loops. He starts to take it out and open it before he stops, his face drooping. "It's empty."

My heart aches as I watch him toss the box into the trash can, a sad look on his face like he knew that they were losing money as well. He looks up at me slowly as he notices that I was thinking the same thing, but he doesn't want to talk about it.

"I'm not that hungry anyways," I say, but I was only saying it to make Stiles feel better. In reality, I felt like I could eat a horse. I just didn't want him to feel even crappier than what he already looked like he was feeling.

Stiles sighs. "I'm sorry, my dad is just having problems paying the bill from my MRI."

I nod stiffly. "Stiles, if you need any money-"

"No," he says firmly. "I'm not going to take any money from anyone."

I frown. "But Stiles-"

"I'm not taking it Sarah," he says, his face stiff, but I could tell he desperately wanted to take up my offer. He starts to walk around me as he yawns, "Boy am I ready for bed."

I start to walk after him before I stop, watching him begin to walk up the stairs. "Stiles, what do you think is going to happen to us?"

Stiles stops and turns around, his fatigue look gone. "What do you mean?"

I sigh as I stare at the floor. "I mean, if we can feel each other's pain, what else can we do?"

Stiles stares at me. "I'm sure we'll figure it out Sarah; don't worry."

"But I am," I say, shaking my head. "I'm supernatural and you aren't. What would happen if I were to get stabbed or something like that? What would happen to you?"

Stiles pauses. "Don't worry about me."

I take a step towards him. "I'll always be worried about you. It's a side effect of living in the world of the supernatural you know."

Stiles smiles weakly as he walks back down the stairs. "I'll be fine Sarah, I promise. We'll both be fine."

I stare at the floor as Stiles places his hand on my cheek, his fingers lacing in my hair. His hand was so soft as it rested against my cheekbone. "I just don't want to see you and everyone get hurt again, not after what happened with Allison and Aiden...and you."

Stiles speaks softly. "Sarah, things just don't get easy for people like us. It's always going to be apart of us and we just have to learn how to deal with it. You know that it wasn't your fault that those things happened; if it's anyones fault, it's mine because I put that stupid thought into your head back when I got the MRI. Don't blame yourself; blame me."

I shake my head as I look up, staring into his amber eyes. "I'll only be able to blame myself Stiles; nothing can change that. It was different for me. It wasn't like I couldn't fight back, because I could, and I did, but it wasn't enough. I almost broke through to myself when we went inside of your head, but I wasn't strong enough. It was my fault that I didn't stop myself."

Stiles sighs, thinking of what to say. "Just know that I won't ever blame you and neither will anyone else. All that matters is that we're back and alive."

"What about Allison and Aiden?" I say as Stiles goes stiff. "What about..."

I stop myself as I look up the stairs, peering slightly into Stiles' room. Everything came back to me then; the man, the blood, and what Stiles and I had done. We had done something that I had a feeling neither of us were proud of, and it still made me shudder at the thought.

Stiles follows my gaze as he looks into his room, knowing exactly what my problem was. His hand on my cheek traces down to my hand as he takes it softly, rubbing his thumb on my hand. "Come on, we can sleep downstairs."

"I can handle it," I say, nodding my head. "I want to go up there."

Stiles stares at me blankly for a moment before he nods his head, allowing me my wish. He lets me walk up the stairs first as his hand stays clasped to mine; not daring to let go. I take a deep breath before walking up the stairs slowly, feeling as if I was walking straight to my own death again. My stomach clenches as I reach the top of the stairs, looking into Stiles' room.

Everything was almost the same; except all of Stiles' posters and things were off of the wall. Plus, he had new bed sheets and a new computer chair. But that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was the wore out stain in the middle of the room.

I clench my hand to Stiles as he looks up at me. "Sarah, you don't have to do this-"

"I need to," I say as I nod, taking a step into the room. It felt as if I had stepped back into a dream; a nightmare. The air gets insanely cold around me as I stare at the blood stain, wondering who had managed to get that much of it out of the floor. Images of that poor man struggling flash through my mind, making me grow sicker and sicker with each thought.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asks from behind me, but I had already felt tears beginning to leak down my face. I slowly turn around and face Stiles, his face draining when he sees me crying. He's never seen me this broken before.

I point to the bloodstain as my voice cracks. "We didn't even know his name, Stiles. I didn't know his name before....before I k-killed him."

My voice breaks in the end, which causes Stiles to step forwards and wrap his arms around me, letting me cry on his shoulder. Normally I wouldn't act like this, but this was a good excuse to. I just couldn't believe that I had killed that man right here in Stiles' room and left him here like he was dirt. All I could think about was this and the fact that that man must have had a family. His wife, his kids...

"It's okay Sarah," Stiles says, trying to comfort me. "It's okay."

A sob escapes my throat before I back away from Stiles, tears still leaking down my face. I stare at the floor as I shake my head, Stiles staring at me still with a broken look on his face. "I killed him right here Stiles. I let that man bleed out onto the floor and then left him like he was worthless. He deserved better than that. He deserved so much more, Stiles. And then you and I..."

I drift off as I stare at his bed, remembering everything. "Can I ask you something?"

I look back over at Stiles, nodding my head. He takes a deep breath before letting it out, acting as if he was worried to ask the next question. "Was that your first time?"

My stomach drops. "Yeah."

Stiles closes his eyes as he looks towards the ground, most likely feeling even more crappier about himself than before. "I'm so sorry-"

"Stiles that's not what I'm worried about," I say, looking down at my hands for a moment as I pause. I look up before taking a step towards the door. "I need to get out of here."

Stiles nods before he follows after me once again, making sure he had his eyes on me the whole time. I slowly begin to walk back down the stairs as my hands and legs tremble, terrified of what I had done. It sickened me that not even that was enough to bring me back; to release me from that trickster.

I step off of the last stair before I slowly head towards the Living Room, ready to just sleep and not think about it. Stiles quickly speeds in front of me as he grabs a blanket, handing it to me. "You can sleep on the couch; I'll get the chair."

"Are you sure?" I ask, not feeling right about it.

Stiles nods. "Yeah I'm sure. You deserve a good nights rest."

I smile faintly at Stiles as I lay down on the couch, wrapping the blanket around me. I look over at Stiles as I watch him sit into the chair, holding a Star Wars blanket. I grin at him as he bundles up with it, repositioning so that he was facing me.

He smiles faintly. "Goodnight Sarah."

I smile back as well. "Goodnight Stiles."

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so many feels dude